Scary Charleston

Hello! You might have noticed I haven’t been posting so much lately. There are two reasons for this: one, I have been too busy with other things (like life, and stuff); and two, my camera is still broken from when I smashed it in Fez (sob!). I can’t bear using my little snappy-happy camera for anything more than a still-life (no shutter remote). Of course, I could have fobbed you off with lots of stories about other people’s work, but that seems a bit lame too, so I decided to take another trawl through the archives.

I came across this small series of photos I took back when I did a story on my little sequined harem shorts. I decided the outfit had a Flapper feel (despite that an original Flapper never showed this much leg) so was channeling the Charleston. And because whenever I’m in front of the camera, as soon as the serious part is over, I can’t resist the urge to pull faces (only when no-one else is around and I am in sole control of the output). So the Charleston wave turned into tiger’s paws and the smile turned into a snarl – rawr!

Normally of course, I am a total pussycat.